William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

The Consolation

I had this thought awhile ago,
'My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would do
In this blind bitter land.'

And I grew weary of the sun
Until my thoughts cleared up again,
Remembering that the best I have done
Was done to make it plain;

That every year I have cried, 'At length
My darling understands it all,
Because I have come into my strength,
And words obey my call.'

That had she done so who can say
What would have shaken from the sieve?
I might have thrown poor words away
And been content to live.

1. The Dolls
2. The Fascination of What's Difficult
3. Memory
4. Friends
5. The Cold Heaven

Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) The Consolation ("Though bleak these woods and damp the ground")

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